Haunted House GP

[londoncallingmods]

 The house doesn't exist, that's the first thing anyone who might find themselves inside it would want to know. Now, you might ask how one could find themselves inside something that doesn't exist, but you'd honestly be better off asking yourself how you could leave something that doesn't exist. After all, ideas and concepts can't be burnt or broken, and you can't breakdown a door that's not there- Or was there and then decided to be somewhere else for a while...

 

You wake in a house though, a house that doesn't exist. A house that defies the laws of reality. There are corridors that go on for days, rooms full of nightmares, and millions of doors that lead you anywhere but out. Trapped inside with you are dozens of other people, all searching for an exit, or an explanation.

 

Behind every door you'll find your darkest fears, maybe even memories you've tried to forget, or secrets you never wanted to share... 

 

(OTA! Here is your first of two Halloween gps! This one is, of course, set in the haunted house where your pup can run into anything you can dream up! Deadly traps! Spooky monsters! An existential crises! Top level your pups waking up or running into danger, and then go ahead and tag other players! Since this is all magic-y and spooky don't worry too much about time lines and who bumped into who first. Only rule is that your pup can't escape until November 1st! Have fun! Also, because there are two GPs going up this week, both are open to new top levels for two whole weeks! And, of course, you can keep tagging long after that if you want. :D I'll post reminders daily on slack.)

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[hardertohide]

Dutch switched her hold on the axe to just one hand, and searched in her bag until she found the can of pepper spray. She held it out to him. "Here's to hoping a lot of things would get blinded by that shit."

[quartermaster_q]

"Pepper spray?" Q replied, looking somewhat insulted by the offer, but taking it anyway.

"What I wouldn't give for acsess to my lab right now," he sighed.

[hardertohide]

"What I wouldn't give to not be here," Dutch retorted, closed up the bag, then put her second hand back around the heavy axe's handle. "Going through more doors, or just forward?" she asked, taking a couple of steps in the flickering light.

[quartermaster_q]

"Onward seems best- Eventually there has to be a way out," Q said, not sounding as sure of that as he'd have liked to. "A building has to have a way in and out after all... Even one that seems keen to disregard the laws of time and common sense."

[hardertohide]

"I think you've just answered your own assumption," Dutch stated, and very suddenly wished that Bigby was here. Hey, having the Big Bad Wolf on your side in a place like this sounded like a good plan to her. Besides, he knew all about this supernatural shit. She picked up the pace down the hallway, trying to ignore how hard her heart was thudding. "I like the Buffy take on Halloween much better. Only quiet night for the supernaturals."

[quartermaster_q]

"It's only quiet until some evil wizard swoops in and starts handing out enchanted costumes. I'd much rather be myself trapped in a house, then trapped in someone else out on the street," Q mused.

[hardertohide]

"Chaotic neutral," Dutch replied distractedly, advancing down the corridor and subconsciously slowing down as a loud creaking sound came from behind one of the doors. In no particular hurry to find out what had made it, she then picked up the pace again.

[quartermaster_q]

"Wait," Q said, gently catching her shoulder as he slowed to a stop.

"Do you feel that? There's a breeze... Feels like it's coming from behind this door," he noted, holding the pepper spray out as he slowly opened the door- Only to reveal a set of stone stairs that looked like they belonged in a castle.

"A tunnel out?" he suggested, though he seemed unsure.

[hardertohide]

Dutch chewed on her bottom lip, then sighed. "Well, we might as well try it. Have you got your phone?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I don't. I arrived with nearly nothing," Q frowned, patting himself down and finding his cigarettes and lighter.

"We could make a torch, perhaps?"

[hardertohide]

"I've got mine," Dutch said, trying not to sound as reluctant as she felt. She couldn't hold it up and use the axe, though, heavy as it was, and she wasn't sure which she wanted least. Being vulnerable without the axe, or putting her phone in Quinton's hand.

But survival came first, and after taking it out of her back pocket and unlocking it, she switched to the flashlight app and turned it on before handing it over to Quinton. Of course, it didn't have reception, but at least it had some battery charge left. Hopefully enough to see them down these stairs and, ideally, out of this fucking place.

[quartermaster_q]

"Thank you," Q replied, nodding his appreciation and using the light as he carefully made his way down the stairs.

"Damp down here," he noted, stopping when he heard something creak up ahead, and glancing back at Dutch.

[hardertohide]

"Okay, let me go first," she stated. She had the axe, after all. "Just, try and light the way for me, yeah?" She managed to slip by him, then raised the axe and took the steps one at a time, as careful as she ever got, trying to see what lay ahead, what creaked again right then.

Something suddenly rushed at her and she screamed even as she brought the axe straight into it. Bones scattered, broken and in pieces, and after a moment, the pair of skeleton's hips and legs also fell down the stairs, as if only just realising that their upper body had been destroyed.

"Shit," she let out, voice shaking a little.

[quartermaster_q]

"It's like something out of bloody Dungeon Keeper," Q asped, attempting to steady her with a hand on her back. "Perhaps we should go back. I'm not sure we're properly equipped for this sort of thing, Dutch."

[hardertohide]

"We're not properly equipped for your undead psychopath, either," Dutch pointed out, and let out a wry little laugh. "But yeah, I doubt a pepper spray's going to be much use against bloody skeletons."

[quartermaster_q]

Q couldn't help it, he wanted to be upset or annoyed, but instead he found himself laughing as well.

"No, I don't imagine it'll be much help at all. Perhaps the one you just took out was armed though," he suggested.

[hardertohide]

"I didn't hear any metallic clang when it collapsed," Dutch stated, "but shine the light this way? That's where I think it came from."

[quartermaster_q]

Nodding, Q complied, perking up a bit as he spotted a sword on the wall.

"A bit heavy looking, but better than nothing," he noted.

[hardertohide]

"Don't tell me about heavy," Dutch muttered, given what she was carrying for a weapon. "So, now you're geared up as well," she added as she took the pepper spray back, and put it in her bag. "Undead psycho or angry skeletons?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I can't vote for the third option where we build a fort and wait for my partner to come find us?" Q asked.

[hardertohide]

"Sure, you do that," Dutch nodded. "I'll have my phone back and pick a direction." The day she waits for a bloody spook to come save her - the way she waits for anyone to come save her...

[quartermaster_q]

Q sighed, then looked back up the stairs.

"I'd rather take my chances with Silva I think. At least it wasn't pitch black up there."

[hardertohide]

"Right," Dutch sighed. "Back up we go. Go slowly, yeah? I'm going to climb up backwards. Just in case." Better safe than sorry, in a case like this.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mind yourself," Q said, his concern genuine as he nodded his head and started back up the steps- Only to find the door was locked.

"Shit," he swore softly- Though at least one good thing had come from backtracking. He could see now that there was some sort of archaic lighting system- An oil system built into the walls themselves.

"Step back from the wall," he said, pulling out his lighter and using it to light the shallow river of oil within the stone.

[hardertohide]

"What -" Dutch cut herself off when she realised that the door was locked, then sighed. She frowned and stepped back to the middle of the stairs at his words, resting the axe on the steps. She watched as the fire licked at the oil within the stones, to light the way down. It bathed the stone stairway in a warm glow, and suddenly made it look a lot more inviting than the cold, limited light of her phone. "Wicked," she murmured, then held her hand out for her phone.